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This coming Friday was Hermes' twenty-fifth birthday and he was praying to not have plans for once in his life. Typically he would be thrilled to spend the night partying with his siblings after a very boring formal dinner thrown by his father. They did it every year, and as he got older, the afterparty got more and more out of hand. Typically he would wake up the next morning in a stranger's bed, having forgotten most of the night prior. This year he wanted things to be different. This year, he wasn’t just looking to randomly hook up with some stranger at the fifth bar they’d gone to that night. He had no interest in taking bets with Apollo over who got a specific girl or guy at the club, or taking way too many shots with Dionysus, or to be apologizing to Artemis for making her drive them around since she didn’t want to be wasted like the rest of the idiots.
No, this year he wasn’t trying to fill the emptiness in his heart anymore. This year he wasn’t even living in that boring apartment his father had bought him as a means of keeping him close when he insisted on leaving the family mansion. This year was different. He had someone to spend his birthday with that wasn’t a stranger. He had Charon. And he had just recently moved in with his longest standing boyfriend only three months ago. So, this was going to be one of the first special occasions they could spend together in the same home. And really all Hermes wanted was to pick some dumb romcom, order takeout, and laze around the house with his partner for the whole day. Didn’t even want to do anything crazy. Work has been enough to stimulate his need to always be moving about, and he could feel his body begging for a break.
Taking time off from his job to have the full weekend free, Hermes was all prepared to turn down his family’s request to join them on Friday and just be with his partner. They had known each other for years now, he had clumsily hit on the man during his deliveries to the antique shop Charon ran, and had begun dating about two years ago. It started out slow, something he wasn’t entirely used to, but something about the other man made it so worth the experience. Pushing past his usual, creating new routines, exploring new sides of himself and his professional associate. And since he had had the tough talk with Zeus about leaving the gifted apartment to live with someone, they hardly had any time together. Both being very busy with work or their own chaotic families. So all he wanted was time with the man he loved.
He had barely thought about anything else the entire week, so much so that when he returned home from work Thursday evening, tired from his route being hectic and people being extra demanding, the last thing he wanted was the call he was getting from his father. Surely this wouldn’t be quick, it never was with the family. “Hey, Dad, look before you ask about tomorrow, I actually have-”
He was cut off before a full explanation could be given, the booming, condescending laughter of his father a grating sound on his ears after such a long day. “You cannot possibly be saying you will be busy on your birthday, my boy. We have traditions! You know, I’m getting quite tired of this little rebellious phase of late, Hermes.” If it wasn't enough to be berated by his old man, he could definitely hear chatter from his siblings that no doubt had traveled to the family home for just such an occasion as his birthday. Would it kill anyone to make plans not the day before hand?
Hermes has tried so very hard to be independent. He got his own job, built the business from the ground up, had lived on his own during the last stint of his college experience and while starting up the delivery company he'd founded locally, worked countless odd jobs to pay for his own life instead of taking Zeus's hand-outs. Would it really be too much to ask for just a sliver of respect for his hard earned independence?
Knowing this conversation was going to be long and irritating, the soon to be birthday boy put his phone on speaker and started assembling an after work snack, letting his family rant and rave at him in the background as he replied absent-mindedly. It was a lot of scolding followed up by his own lame one word replies, up until he heard his father's latest accusations. “This is because of that Styx fellow you are so crudely dating to spite me, isn't it?” The words infuriated Hermes, having time and time again told his father that he didn't fall for Charon to stick it to his family or whatever.
When they had first met, Hermes was simply delivering various fragile packages to a quality antique shop by the name of ‘The River'. It was his first big order since starting Chellen’s Delivery Service, affectionately named after his adorable tortoise. The first time he encountered Charon, he almost thought the man was either mute or just extremely cold. The shop owner didn't say a word to him, just watched in scrutinous detail as Hermes brought each package in carefully.
After a few deliveries, spanning several months, they finally had a real conversation. Turns out, the stoic, terrifying man could talk after all, and his voice was so lovely and powerful that even in a soft whisper it could send shivers down Hermes’ spine. Eventually the speedy delivery man mustered up the courage to ask Charon on a coffee date, and three dates later he finally found out that the older man was actually related to his family’s rival, the Styx. He'd honestly thought it was just a coincidence.
Ever since they'd become an official couple, especially since moving in together, his father had been making rude jabs and comments about how Charon didn't actually love him and how Hermes was just doing this to get back at his father. For what, he didn't have the slightest idea. Sure, his dad was the worst, but he wasn't stupid enough to make him an outright enemy. And he genuinely loved Charon, far before realizing the man's family. Hell, the Styx family had become closer to Hermes than his own felt these past few years.
And still, the hot headed Zeus continued to spew his nonsense, mostly brushed off by Hermes as he busied himself with preparing food in an attempt to not shout back. “One of these days, you'll realize this little stunt to upset me is pointless, as soon as you find someone that's actually able to match your needs you'll be gone like none of this ever happened. No doubt you’ve had to look outside of this silly union for satisfaction all this time.”
“...What did you just say?” Hermes couldn't fully believe what he heard, had his own father made a comment about, of all things, his intimacy with Charon? It wasn't the first time surely, a few members of the family commenting on how slow and dull his partner seemed. Usually he ignored it, knowing in truth that sometimes it was him that couldn't keep up. Not that anyone needed proof of that fact. It was almost like this wasn’t their business!
And to insinuate he would just cheat on his boyfriend like it might as well be second nature? Like he was no more than a mirror image of his father? Doing the same to his love as his father did to his mother and countless other women? Hermes could feel that gnawing pain in his chest, the fear that he could possibly be anything like Zeus. Even though he knew it wasn’t true, knew he would never cheat on anyone let alone on Charon. But to hear it was being assumed made him sick.
Maybe it was the excruciating day at work, maybe it was because he was famished and on edge, maybe it was all the terrible accusations, but this time Hermes couldn't help but snap back. “Not that it's any of your concern, or the concerns of whomever is eavesdropping in the background, but Charon is perfectly capable of satisfying me. I'm going to reiterate this one final time, so listen carefully. I love Charon Styx. He is a perfect gentleman and by no means am I using him to get back at you, Dad. And I never want to hurt him, I would never purposely hurt him!” Hermes could hear the starting of strain in his own voice, the cracking of resolve to stay firm and not become overwhelmed by his anger and anxiety.
There was an incredulous reply on the other end, spirally back to the ‘You do not know what you are talking about ‘ spiel. He had quite enough though. “If you've nothing productive to say and plan to just keep insulting me and my boyfriend, then I'm hanging up. I will not be at any parties tomorrow, do not bother us.” With a huff of annoyance, Hermes hung up the phone, going back to cooking angrily. The poor cutting board didn’t deserve the abuse it was getting, but the rather aggressive chopping of ingredients was the only thing that held his rage at bay. He knew he would be inevitably dragged to the party anyway, but he could hope that it would not happen for a little while.
Something the younger man didn't notice was that during the phone call, his partner had also returned home. Charon did not intend to eavesdrop, but he ended up listening to the conversation from the adjacent room. He was a very calm, collected individual, preferring not to get involved in petty drama. His family had accepted Hermes with only a little hesitation, and the two of them often joked about how it wouldn't be until their wedding that Zeus would suddenly be supportive for the sake of a business deal. He truly did not care about the criticism, was fully trusting of and enamored with his love. Yet hearing the frustration in Hermes' voice, the preliminary signs of tears threatening to break past his resolve, irritated Charon.
Charon had learned that prior to them getting together, Hermes wasn’t much for relationships. He had always assumed things wouldn’t end well, always worried he would hurt someone the way his father hurt his dear mother. It resulted in a long standing series of empty hook ups, only focused on satisfying a quick release and then swiftly finding something or someone else to pursue for something new to fill that void. The younger man had lamented one night when they were getting closer, yet hadn’t started dating, that he feared he would never make a real connection with a potential partner. It had been the reason that while Hermes was obviously interested in Charon, he had found various reasons to pull himself away from the potential budding relationship for a long time.
It had been such a detriment, not to their growing bond, but to the stress levels weighing down on Hermes, that Charon had long since vowed he would do anything he could to make sure his little bird never felt like a burden because of it. And to hear the people that should unconditionally love him say such cruel things, well that just wasn’t acceptable in the slightest. He had already planned to spend the entire day with his beloved, both of them already arranging to have the day off of work so they could just exist together peacefully. Now, though, now he had to make sure it was the most memorable day. To prove to Hermes that everything his father had said was utter nonsense.
Deciding that he didn’t want to worry Hermes, Charon pretended to return home about half an hour later, allowing his love to finish up with his cooking before giving him a hug and a kiss from behind. He could hear the relief in the other’s contented sigh, tension leaving as he relaxed back against the embrace. Nothing was said of the conversation, and they went about the rest of the evening just chatting about how work had been for both of them. Charon didn’t want to reveal his plans, asking nothing of the next day and letting the night pass until they fell asleep together. Tonight he needed Hermes to rest, for tomorrow he would be very, very busy.
The next morning, seeing as neither had anywhere to be, Charon allowed Hermes to sleep in. He slipped out of their shared bed silently, turning off the birthday boy’s alarm. He was going to need to rest, and this would give enough time to get everything situated. And prepare he did, gathering up several bottles of chilled but not too cold water, towels for cleaning up, a freshly opened bottle of lubricant, and several pillows to be used for the comfort of his precious boyfriend when he needed them. He initially wanted to start the day going for a walk together, something Hermes always loved, but the idea of sharing his partner on such a special occasion even by the means of neighbors just waving at him was unacceptable. No one else was allowed to enjoy his lover’s company today. Hermes didn’t want to leave the house, and he wouldn’t need to at any point.
As the sun began to peak through the curtains of their bedroom, Hermes yawned as his eyes fluttered open at the intrusion of light. He noticed that Charon was not next to him in bed, but wasn’t awake enough to notice much of anything else yet. It would be strange, but Charon usually did wake up before him. Maybe he was making breakfast in bed. That would be the sort of sweet thing the man would do on his birthday. Or any other day off they had together really. Which wasn’t often given how busy the two of them always were. Still, he would find out soon enough, getting out of bed to wash up and start his day. He’d inquire about his alarm not going off in due time, not overly bothered by the additional sleep no doubt planned for him on purpose. He was dating a very meticulous man after all.
After taking a quick shower and generally waking himself up, the black haired man returned to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his eyes lighting up as he saw Charon sitting at the end of their shared bed. “Good morning, my lovely associate. Surprised I didn’t see you before finishing my shower. You up to anything I should know about?” The look on his boyfriend’s face, while it seemed stoic enough, held an intention that only Hermes would have noticed so easily. There was something so very lovely in the way his partner reached out to him, leading him gently to the bed. “This early in the morning? I know it is my birthday, but I’m surprised you don’t want to have breakfast first.”
Letting the towel drop to the floor of their bedroom, Hermes allowed himself to be laid on the bed fully naked. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t already excited, just the feeling of those strong hands gently caressing against his bare arms and down to his hips was enough to send blood down to his quite excitable cock. This was certainly the perfect way to start his birthday. “Can’t wait. This takes priority.” Charon stated firmly, silencing any further inquiry as he kissed Hermes firmly on the lips. He was only wearing his pajama pants from the night prior, having no intention of leaving the house either. Soon enough he’d be as bare as Hermes, and soon enough he would show just how much he could match the other man’s pace.
Sighing into the first kiss of his twenty-fifth birthday, he couldn’t help but melt into the embrace and tangle one hand along the silvery blonde locks of hair upon his lover’s head. He could spend the morning this way, was happy to spend as much time with Charon before he was inevitably dragged out to his stupid birthday dinner with family. Apparently his anxiety over the aspect had been obvious, the little glance towards the clock was met with a possessive growl. The alarm clock was rather swiftly flipped so that the display now faced down on the end table, and before Hermes could question the action, he was positioned to be sat up in their bed against the pillows while Charon buried his face in the man’s lap. “Hey, wait, Charon slow do-” It was futile, the words not finishing their course as the bigger man took his growing erecting fully into his mouth in one motion, dragging a surprised moan out of Hermes. While he was usually the one to initiate such moments between them, he wouldn’t lie and say being manhandled like this more often lately hadn’t been a major turn on.
The same hand found itself threaded through Charon’s hair again, legs twitching and spreading ever so slightly when hands gripped against his thighs. There was no gentle start, no easing into it, as he was swallowed whole by the man he loved. Hermes couldn’t help but gasp out, tightening the grip against Charon’s head as he was thoroughly devoured. “H..hey, we don’t need to rush, right?” It was odd coming from him, given that he would do the exact same thing when he lovingly took his partner into his mouth instead.
It was still rather early in the morning, the warmth of sunlight washing over them, but that sensation had been largely overtaken by the hotness that enveloped in Hermes’ core. Strong hands gripped so hard into his thighs that he surely was going to bruise, while Charon dutifully bobbed up and down upon his dick with a resolve that had not shown itself yet in their time together. Not to say that he was not an efficient lover, he had always been very attentive. Today, though, there was a fire in the man that would often go at a much slower pace. He was still being just as thorough, yet the speed of which he started their morning left little time to mentally or physically prepare. It was certainly a feat to catch Hermes off guard in that aspect.
With his tongue coiling around the base with each descent, then lips adoringly sucking against the tip with each ascent, the younger man dropped his head back against the pillows as his toes curled at the increasing pleasure. Charon always knew just what buttons to push and now he was doing it like his life depended on it. Hermes moaned out the man’s name softly, willing his body to relax and to enjoy the dedication that was being given to him. “You are certainly eager today. Makes me wonder what I could possibly do to beat this for your birthday.” The comment was just an off-handed one, though the look that he received in turn followed by his lower body being pulled up and into Charon’s hold made the idea that this was his only gift disappear. It seemed there was much more where this came from, but he didn’t seem interested in moving on just yet.
Being pulled around brought a startled whimper from Hermes, who gripped the stack of pillows behind him for balance. Charon was practically holding his lower body off the bed as he sucked him off within an inch of his life. “Fuck, Charon, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I think we might not get to much more if you keep that up.” The low chuckle he could literally feel with that mouth he loved pressed up against his body nearly brought him over the edge. “W..what’s so damn fun-ah!” One of the hands on his legs had travelled now, tightly gripping and massaging his ass.
Letting his mind relax again, Hermes just focused on the feeling and the sounds of Charon, the focused and somehow purposeful sounding wetness of each suck and movement filling the silence he left as his words failed him. He found himself at Charon’s mercy, his back propped up against the bed and lower body up in the air in a way that was only comfortable because of his own flexibility, yet the idea of how it looked and felt and just the heat coiling inside of him was all too much. It didn’t take too much longer for a soft cry to leave the birthday boy, legs twitching as he came into the mouth of one so willing to accept all of him.
Hermes was held like that for a few minutes, both of them catching their breaths but unable to separate fully. Charon had his head lovingly pressed against the other’s thigh, swapping between just breathing and beginning to kiss up and down the exposed flesh. Letting his eyes flutter shut, Hermes grounded himself with the feeling of each kiss, his heart starting to settle down only for a moment before he was suddenly bitten on his inner thigh. Specifically, below where his shorts would cover, something that normally was an unspoken rule not to do. “Hey, you know I can’t hide something like that. You are going to get me so many weird looks from the customers.” He wasn’t exactly mad about it, but as a professional courtesy he tried not to present in such a manner. This retort was met with about five more bites, each going lower, three on each side in what he figured would be very symmetrical patterns. Secretly he couldn’t wait to see the little constellation of bruises and love bites along his skin.
Pleased with his handiwork, Charon set his partner back onto the bed, but by no means was he done. He seemed to consider the next move for a brief second, ultimately deciding to hoist the man into his lap in a way that they were facing each other. As soon as Hermes seemed comfortable, having wrapped his arms around the bigger man’s shoulders and legs around his waist, they joined in a loving kiss. Their tongues tangled together, the taste of sweat and saliva mixing, just relishing in each other’s company. Even if they didn’t outright have sex until after the long day with his family, Hermes was content with just this much.
It seemed this private thought was somehow one that was not acceptable, as soon enough their kiss broke and there was no pause between a rough kiss onto the nape of his neck, a powerful sucking with further intent to mark. Hermes struggled to compose himself, to find some form of grounding point as his lover went from kissing him deeply to very adamantly leaving a mark. "A..aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves?" It wasn't as though he was upset about the aggressive attention, but they had the whole morning ahead of them, and he'd never seen Charon possessed by such passion before. The line of thought was easily pushed aside as two fingers pushed into his needy hole, breaking his attempts at calming down easily. By the gods was he working fast, Hermes hadn’t even noticed him preparing lube in order to penetrate him like that, but it only stung out of surprise. "I've got plans tonight, we can't do too much, and I-"
"You only have plans with me. You are not leaving this room until you are fully, thoroughly satisfied. Your family can borrow you some other day. Tonight you are mine." The sheer force behind those words, calm yet firm, shut up any attempts of struggling against the events that were unfolding. "You know the safe word. I'm not stopping until I hear it or until I'm satisfied." And who was he to argue? Was this not what he wanted out of his birthday? To just spend the entire day with Charon? How could he argue when the gravely sound of his partner's voice whispered into his ear like that was making him want to beg for more. "Understood?"
"Understood, boss. Read you loud and clear." As soon as he agreed, the moment they were on the same page, a third finger was pressed inside of Hermes, the digits thrusting in and out in an attempt to prepare him. It was going to be a long night, and he could hardly wait to experience it all. So he held on tight to his lover, moaning right into Charon’s ear as he was finger fucked and marked at the same time. Even if he did end up going somewhere with family tonight or the next day, he’d be so riddled with hickeys that he would likely be too shameful to go to any of the fancy places Zeus might prepare. He was starting to think that may be the point. “You…You overheard my conversation yesterday?” He stammered out, happily riding the fingers that spread so deliciously inside of him.
Charon smirked, lips pressed along Hermes’ neck before moving up to bite gently at his ear. “You put it on speaker in our shared kitchen, it wasn’t like I was intentionally doing so.” It wasn’t an explanation or a means to apologize, it wasn’t as though either of them were upset about it. Especially not Hermes if this was the result. “I’m going to make sure they know that no one can satisfy you like I can. And I can’t very well do that if you haven’t lost your voice screaming my name by the end of the night. Think you can keep up?” Swallowing back a groan, all Hermes could do was nod as he felt fingers leave his body and Charon’s thick cock pressing against him.
Several hours had passed, the sun starting to settle in the sky of the late afternoon. It was a good thing Charon decided on a home on the outskirts of town away from too many neighbors, because they surely would have had someone knocking on the door to complain by now. Presently, Hermes was hugging a pillow, his upper body and face pressed into the pile that had become rather disheveled in their day’s activities, gripping so tightly onto the fabric that it threatened to tear. His ass was pulled upwards, Charon’s hand’s tightly held to his hips as his legs all but lay limp against the bed. If he were to let go, Hermes likely would just collapse in exhaustion. Yet the safe word had not been spoken, and outside of taking a few breaks for water and to clean up, they’d been going at it nonstop.
While the clock still sat with the screen hidden, and time had began to not mean so much to the already rather fucked out birthday boy, a slew of phone calls from Hermes’ phone keyed Charon to the fact that it was around the time he ought to have been at the Olympus manor. Listening to the ringtone while never once ceasing the motion of pounding into his lover, he considered who all had tried to contact him. Apollo first, likely to warn him that Zeus was getting upset. Then Artemis, likely another attempt to placate their father. Zeus himself didn’t call, likely waiting to be the last to do so. Watching the screen flash on and off, watching names cycle through, it was starting to really piss the quite busy man off. Did Hermes not explicitly tell them to not bother them? Can no one in this family take a hint?
The next call that flashed through was the forth call from Dionysus, making this the eleventh call total in a row. Not thinking outside of his annoyance, Charon picked up the phone and answered it. Thankfully it didn’t seem that Hermes had even noticed the disturbance, his body twitching with what was likely the third dry orgasm he had experienced since they moved to this position. His feet pressed against the bed in a desperate attempt to get closer to Charon as the hand now holding the phone left an emptiness against his body.
Speaking quietly and sternly, he answered the phone before Dio could say anything past ‘Hey, Herm, listen Dad is-’. “I’m rather sure that yesterday it was explained that you were not to bother Hermes for his birthday. If you don’t mind, we are very busy.” There was a protest on the other line, but it didn’t sound to be from the usually tipsy younger brother. That familiar and commanding voice that Charon detested even before he and Hermes got together, the loathing only deepening as he for no reason became enemy number one.
“I knew you were the reason for all of this. No son of mine is going to abandon his family during an important event for some-” The anger was immediately cut off as Charon purposefully wrapped his free hand around Hermes’ stomach and thrust harder and faster into him, a strangle moan of his name cutting through the ranting. He could swear he felt the outline of his cock pressed deep inside the smaller man with the new position of his hand, a pleased smile on his face as the voice on the other line responded in shock. “...You impudent little-”
Adjusting so he could hold the phone in the crook of his neck, both hands were back on Hermes, giving him full attention physically. One hand still holding him up while the other was stroking his overstimulated dick. Charon couldn’t help but let out a satisfied groan of his own as he watched and listened to the undoing of his beautiful boyfriend, and hearing the embarrassed fury on the other line. He had half a mind to call Zeus out on the conversation he had overheard, but decided on something much more satisfying.
Raising his voice a little, he caught Hermes attention with a question. “Do you know how many times you’ve cum, little bird?” He usually would not do something so indecent and public, but considering they wouldn’t stop calling it seemed necessary. The reply back was nothing more than a cock drunk giggle, his voice jumping an octave at a particularly rough thrust. “That isn’t an answer, Hermes.”
Letting out a slurred moan, Hermes struggled to prop himself up enough to reply, glancing down for a moment at the drool soaked pillow below him. “Twenty somethin’?” His voice was hoarse already from screaming out so much, having taken to biting the pillow for some semblance of maintaining the ability to speak tomorrow.
Charon hummed in approval, giving a moment for the deafening silence on the phone to just listen as he continued to thrust into the man. It didn’t seem that Hermes had noticed the call in the slightest. “And what was our agreement for your birthday?” He asked, the demanding yet loving tone to his voice sending further pleasure through the overly stimulated man.
“Twenty five. Twenty five times that you are gonna cum inside of me.” He responded diligently, as if this was some test to pass. There was something about getting his lover to this point that made Charon thoroughly proud and amazed, pushing past those insecurities together so that they would be perfectly satisfied in sync.
“Have you been keeping count of how many times I have?” His question was given with as much love as he could muster, full intent on making everyone on the other side of the phone uncomfortable.
There was a series of little noises, tiny little squeaks and whines from being fucked hard into the mattress that could now be heard as Hermes wasn’t hiding in the bedding. “I dunno…also twenty?”
“Fifteen, little bird.” He huffed out, and just the way his lover replied with an intoxicating moan of his name at the information was enough to push him towards his own release again. Charon groaned out Hermes’ name, fully pleased to be doing so at the shock of the audience he did not welcome in the slightest. “Well, sixteen now.” With another please hum, he returned to lowly speaking into the phone, his irritation evident. “Sounds like we’ll be busy for a while longer. Enjoy your pointless party, but if any of you call again this weekend I will be much less polite.”
Before Zeus could say anything in protest to the blatantly inappropriate behavior, something he was sure was going to be a big problem later but something they could handle when it happened, Charon hung up the call and shut the phone off completely. Surely they wouldn’t call back, but right now he needed the utmost focus. He chuckled that deep, rumbling way of his, seeing the visible shudder from Hermes. “Think we can make it to twenty before we take another break?”
Night had fallen soon enough and both men were to their breaking point. Still, a promise had been made, a goal was set, and neither of them were quitters. A fault they would likely suffer the consequences of in the morning, but that was future Charon and Hermes’ issue to deal with. Right now, they were just enjoying the feeling of being one with each other. After a night of passion, Charon was content to sit still inside of his precious love and just feel his warmth enveloped around his cock.
When they had gotten past their break at twenty, the final push of this little challenge was settled in missionary, allowing Hermes to lay on his back so that his body could rest a little better. The smaller man was catching his breath as they lay together, knowing things weren’t over just yet. He laid a hand to his stomach, feeling full to the point of bursting. True to his word, in the span of the day together Charon had cum twenty four times inside of him, and even between doing so the attentive man would spend their so called breaks teasing and leaving marks along Hermes body. He must look an absolute mess, though the thought didn’t exactly cross his mind in that moment. There were bites and bruises, all administered in a loving and possessive manner, all along his legs, his thighs, his arms, his neck, his hips, and his wrists. Most of the markings were placed in visible areas, a temporary signal to anyone that Hermes belonged to Charon and that he would never, ever feel the need to find anyone else. Not that Hermes himself needed any of this proof, but how could he ever resist such an act of passion and pure, unadulterated spite from his partner.
His hazel eyes fluttered open at the feeling of Charon slowly thrusting inside of him again, the fullness in his stomach bringing shivers throughout. “Once more, little bird, until you are filled to the brim with my love. Only then will you be truly satisfied.” Even he had begun to grow weary, voice gruffer than usual at this point in their endeavor. Truth be told, Hermes could have said the safe word about five hours ago if this was just about his own pleasure. He lost count of his own orgasms long ago. And surely Charon had miscounted somewhere along the line, but the dedication was something he didn’t want to miss a second of. It was charming when his typically composed partner got like this, petty and handsome in his desire to prove a point no one asked him to prove. It made Hermes fall in love all over again, happy to be bed ridden the next day if that is what it took to satiate him.
Their final bout was slow and steady, the two of them holding one hand to the other’s face lovingly. The room had long since been filled with screams and cries of passion, now simmering down to breathy panting and the occasional delirious chuckle from Hermes. It was a sight that Charon adored, watching his partner become so thoroughly undone that he fell into fits of almost hysteria. Something they ought not do often, but oh how tempting it was to do it night after night.
With a hand raised up to Charon’s face, Hermes smiled softly as he barely whispered, “I love you so much. Let’s spend every year together for the rest of our lives.” Ever the sentimental man when he was tired, but it filled Charon’s heart with warmth and love.
“Forever and ever, my love.” He replied, kissing the hand that graced his face as he let out a shuddering moan, buried deep inside of Hermes as he came one last time. They sat like that for a long while, just breathing and feeling closer than they ever had before. Entangled in love and passion and determination that truly embodied their union.
A last moment of cleaning would have to come later, as Charon laid down besides Hermes and wrapped his arms around the man. He flipped the clock back up, reading the numbers that read ten forty seven in the evening. He didn’t remember when they’d started. Didn’t consider timing it. Right now, he just wanted to fall asleep with the man he loved still warm around him. And by the time either had considered sleep to be an option, they had already drifted off to a well needed slumber.
The next morning was taken very slowly. Both men had been exhausted by their efforts, though Hermes particularly was having trouble getting the motivation to move off of their bed. Charon had been more than happy to pull him out of bed, get him cleaned up and dressed, and carry his lovely birdie to the couch in their living room. It was already afternoon by the time either of them awoke, and Charon was pleased that they had made the decision ahead of time to take the entire weekend off and not just Friday. Though even if he hadn’t done so, it wasn’t as though he couldn’t close his store on a whim with little consequence outside of losing a bit of revenue. He’d had a great year so far, it wouldn’t harm him too much in the long run. What was the point of money if he couldn’t use it to spend time with Hermes?
After they were both cleaned and dressed and relaxing in the living room, they settled down to watch some mindless sitcom on tv. Hermes was lying stretched out on the couch, his head resting in Charon’s lap. It seemed he was in and out of sleep still, but refused to let his boyfriend leave his side. Which only hindered him making food, so they opted to order breakfast to be delivered to the house. They passed the time in comfortable silence, watching a show they’d watched a thousand times just as background noise as they waited for the food.
When the doorbell at the front of the house rang, Charon swapped out his lap for a pillow, instructing Hermes to stay put and that he’d be back shortly. “I can help you get the food.” The other argued, but his attempt to stand was so wobbly that even he had to admit defeat. “Stupid, useless noodle legs. Fine, but don’t forget utensils. You always forget them.” So he laid back down on the couch, earning a chuckle from his partner for the accurate accusation.
Stretching out his own very tired body, the tall man would be happy just to get back to sitting with his lover and making sure he regained his strength with a good meal. That, however, would be delayed longer than expected. For when Charon answered the door, the food that ought to have been left at the doorstep was in the hands of his mother, Nyx. Blinking in confusion, he checked his phone for missed messages before looking back up to her quizzically. “Did we agree to meet today? I apologize, I thought I made note to everyone that I was busy this weekend.” He reached out for the food, assuming she was just kind enough to pick it up.
With a gentle smile that bordered on that same stoic nature he himself often displayed, the hauntingly gorgeous woman held the food to her side of the threshold. “So I’ve heard. Quite busy it seems. I’m surprised you’ve had a moment to pull yourself away from Mr. Olympus long enough to eat.” Nyx never referred to Hermes in such a way unless there was something important going on, yet the tone in her voice betrayed a sense of humor that her eldest son missed in the confusion of her even being here.
Seeing that he wasn’t going to verbally inquire further, the elegant woman continued. “We had nothing planned, my child, though the twins and I were going to attempt to visit you both yesterday so that we might wish Hermes a happy birthday. When we stopped by, though, you both seemed a little…preoccupied.” It took a lot to embarrass Charon, though the insinuation that not only his mother, but Thanatos and Hypnos as well having overheard his escapades of the previous night did flustered him just a bit.
Still, maintaining his eye contact with Nyx, the man wasn’t one to apologize for loving the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He would apologize for the unfortunate fact that they happened upon them though. “I…apologize for anything you may have overheard. I did not expect to have company, usually we are given notice ahead of time.” It was a rule he put into place long before he and Hermes were even a thing, just not being one for random company even if it was family. Charon liked his privacy, and now he liked it with the company of Hermes by his side. Not much has changed.
“Normally I would not be bothered by such a thing, and I assure you that only Thanatos was really put off by the…surprise.” It would be his more modest and private sibling that would have the more negative reaction to such a thing, he’d have to find a proper way to apologize soon. “No, I am not about to tell you not to enjoy personal time with your partner. Though, I do have something to discuss with you.” Her words seemed to indicate that she wanted to come inside, but weirdly enough she stayed put, all while holding his food hostage. It was a little irritating, but he knew better than to argue with his mother.
Being busy with the conversation with Nyx, Charon was none the wiser about the sliding door by their living room opening up. The glass door was already open so that they could have a nice breeze in the room, but the screen door was opened quietly as the homeowner was busy. Hermes lifted his head in confusion at the sound, being greeted with the sight of Aphrodite. “Wha- ‘Dite? What are you doing in my house?” The woman smiled mischievously, moving to the front of the couch and crouching beside him.
“Why, to say happy birthday of course, darling. You didn’t show up to the party last night, everyone missed you terribly. Though it sure looks like you didn’t miss us.” She giggled, lightly tracing a hand along a series of hickeys on his left forearm. He chuckled and weakly swatted her away, but she insisted. Picking up his left hand now, she inspected all of the little marks that seemed to dance along his body. “My my, he certainly did a number on you. You never told me how sexy Charon can be. Shame on you, Hermes.”
“Why would I have to tell you any of this? Is it obligation as my ex or as my brothers’ wife?” He joked back, still a little weirded out that not one but two of his brothers had married a woman that he had a fling with in college. Granted, that wasn’t entirely their fault, he was the one that didn’t realize they were interested in her at the time.
She seemed to be busying herself with something, a thread or something of the like slipping around his fingers before he could bring his sore body to pull away from her. She didn’t seem to mind being so touchy. “As my friend, doll. You know, I still think of you as my best little freak friend. Even if you totally settled down before any of the rest of us.”
Hermes had to laugh at that, though it hardly carried with how sore his throat was from all the use of it last night. “Says the girl that’s double married.”
“Says the man that is so in love I’m surprised he isn’t married.” They both laughed, though she seemed to be keeping her voice down for some reason. It was odd of his sister in law, though he was far too tired to sleuth anything about it. “Anyway, I won’t keep you. Looks like your future hubby is about done with his conversation. Don’t want him kicking me out of your cute little home.”
Standing up, she picked her phone up and sent out a quick text, though Aphrodite couldn’t help but snap a picture of the still disheveled man before heading back to the screen door. He didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just wasn’t bothered. “By the way, sweetheart, your phone is off. I tried calling you like fifty times. I wouldn’t have broken in if I didn’t have to.” This got Hermes to finally try to struggle to sit up, having not thought about his phone for over twenty four hours. When was the last time he’d looked at it? What if someone had needed to get ahold of him. And why had he turned it off?
As he considered all of these things, Aphrodite snuck her way back out of the home, slipping back towards the front of the house but staying out of view of Charon and Nyx. As she waited, she could hear the conversation between the two family members. “What is it you want to discuss that must be done at my front door? Perhaps we can talk about this some other time?” Charon just wanted to get back to what he was doing, he was sore and tired and wanted to sit down and eat. They didn’t make any time to eat the prior day, and the hunger was just making him more easily irritated.
Humming softly, food still held at her side in a way that was far too powerful than it had any right to be, Nyx glanced into the house at where she assumed Hermes might be. “While I am glad you are enjoying your relationship, and you know I am not going to chastise you for expressions of love and passion, I am going to have to request that you do not publicly embarrass our family name in the future.”
Charon looked at her with zero understanding of what she could be getting at, his confusion making her smile in amusement. Retrieving her cell phone, making sure the volume was low but not off, Nyx played what looked to be one of thirty seven voice mails from the night prior. “I cannot believe a family so built around proper and formal means and business would raise such a beast of a man. To think he would exploit my son in such a way as to make me feel uncomfortable for attempting to contact him for his birthday? I knew you Styx lot were savages, but I would never guess in a million years that I would have to be hearing something so disgusting as that bastard abusing my son.” The recorded voice of Zeus still rang loud enough through the speaker of the device, ranting and raving about something that didn’t take as long for Charon to realize.
Looking at his mother in a rare state of mortification, he glanced back towards the living room before stepping outside and closing the door. “I…did not think he would have the audacity to tell anyone. Mother, you know that normally I would never-” His hurried explanation was cut off by a mirthful laugh, an odd sound from the woman. “You think this is funny? I’m positive he is going to-”
Waving her hand and handing the food over, Nyx smiled brightly to her eldest. “Child, I’m going to save every single one of these furious voicemails to replay every time that wretched little man tries to wrangle me into some awful business arrangement. I have never heard Zeus Olympus so flustered and angry in all my life, and to know my own child brought it on is a gift in and of itself. Though, do me a favor, and maybe don’t answer the phone next time you feel the need to, how did he put it, brutalize his son?”
Taking the food from his mother, Charon muttered another apology before retreating back into his house. If word of their night of passion had gotten to Nyx, it would not take long for Hermes to find out about his rash mistake. Maybe he could avoid it for the day and they could talk about it tomorrow. All he had to do was-
The next thing he heard was a furious array of notifications coming from Hermes' phone, the man having just powered it back on from their bedroom. Looks like he might not have the opportunity to wait before the explanation was needed. “Charon? Do you know why my brothers are calling both of us harlots?” This was going to be a very long weekend.
She could not help her laughter as Charon ran back into the safety of his home, knowing he would likely need to confess his crimes to Hermes soon enough. Her amusement was joined by Aphrodite, who energetically skipped over to the older woman. “I saw your message, thank you for getting that information for me. Now I can properly prepare when Charon refuses to come for help on this.” The business woman looked over the text, the information in question being the ring size of a certain Olympus man.
Aphrodite smiled widely, taking her own phone out and pulling up the picture she took of Hermes. Nyx simply shook her head, though it was nice to see proof of love instead of the so-called abuse Zeus rambled on about. “So long as you let me help pick out the ring. I’ve been dying to see these two get married already.”
“But of course, who else is going to help me trick my stubborn son into my jewelry shop instead of ordering something online by himself?” The two laughed as they left the home, the seeds of their own plot well underway as Charon was struggling to explain the events of the previous night to a now cackling Hermes.